Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Subtle acts of verbal deceit
Drain the trust we've tried to keep
As actions reflect another side
Beginning to doubt the ones we confide

Love blinds those who want to care
And benefits the glutton ... it isn't fair
Striving to ignore these tears inside
A task that gets harder every time

Tricked again I've become the fool
Another prop ... a lovers tool
I should have figured ... I might have guessed
You would turn out just like the rest

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell

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